Chapter 12

They followed the army of guards out of Dante’s estate to the tower, up the stairs and through the winding corridors of the castle. A set of heavy steel doors greeted them when they reached the top. It creaked open slightly, revealing a dark chamber, and Emory peered inside anxiously.

As the guard in charge of the others turned to face Emory and Sabine, he frowned.

“Lady Sabine, only the hunter was-”

“Call me Emory or nothing at all, but never use that word again.” Emory’s words rang out with fiery emphasis.

“I’ll be right here, Emory.” Sabine squeezed her hand and stepped back.

Running her fingers through her damp red hair, Emory took a deep breath before entering. Whatever this was, she dreaded it because it made her stomach churn and her heart race. As soon as she crossed the threshold, the doors creaked shut and the room lit up.

She squinted, straining her eyes to pick up the finer points of the room. Her eyes were drawn to the int